12 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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Ship Girls and the Eastern Crossing of States. --- Volume 2, Chapter 12: The Stagnant Poison Blood Seems to Have Found a Relief Author: Hantang Return | Updated: April 24, 2025 | Word Count: 4426 “Mirexia, is there something else?” asked Wenny, forced to stop as Mirexia called out to him. This farce had made the pair exquisitely awkward around each other, leaving them unsure of how to proceed. Wenny felt that what they needed most was calm; they should each go home, get some rest, and perhaps by tomorrow, they could forget today's embarrassment and carry on as usual. Thinking now, how could Mirexia have done such a thing? Wenny considered that the excuse he offered Mirexia was not without merit; maybe the lingering poison in her body hadn’t been cleared completely, affecting her perceptions and judgment. Or, perhaps the residual poison had accumulated at her throat, intolerably discomforting her, forcing Mirexia to act out for relief. ...No, he realized he couldn’t keep making such excuses. “Please wait, could you not leave? Is it alright?” Mirexia tentatively pleaded, sitting on the couch with intertwined hands and a lowered head, concealing her expression. She could have feigned ignorance, taken the out Wenny offered. Her childhood friend was not one to gossip, and she trusted him to keep her secret, just as she would keep his bloodline secret without hesitation. This was their mutual trust and unshaken faith in each other. Although stepping back and giving each other space might be ideal, Mirexia felt that ignored, this matter would fester, making their relationship increasingly inscrutable despite outward appearances. Mirexia wasn’t sure why she stopped Wenny; reason suggested following his approach, giving each other space. But reflexively, she had called him back. “Like you said, perhaps some residual toxin hasn’t cleared completely, which is why…” “You don’t need to explain, I understand.” Wenny nodded, giving Mirexia an assuring look. “Next time, I’ll help completely clear the remaining poison.” “No need to wait,” Mirexia replied quietly, still keeping her head lowered, her voice suppressed and twisted. “...huh?” Wenny tilted his head, momentarily thinking he misheard, glancing at Mirexia seated on the couch, nearly burying her face within the plushness, her golden twin tails cascading over her shoulders onto the soft leather. “What was that?” Wenny asked, incredulous. Mirexia remained silent, clenching her hands tighter. ‘Virtue +60.’ ‘Current Virtue: 10064.’ Expressing such a sentiment again was excruciatingly difficult. “I understand.” Though prolonging Mirexia’s embarrassment might yield more virtue, Wenny chose not to let her stew in shame. Were it Aesphyra, he might continue to leverage the situation humorously, but Aesphyra wouldn’t succumb to such self-consciousness and resentment. “Indeed, untreated poison, like a thorn, is best removed promptly to prevent unforeseen complications.” Wenny nodded in agreement. Mirexia finally lifted her gaze slightly, still avoiding eye contact with Wenny, striving to present as nonchalant, agreeing, “Yes, that is quite right.” “However, now doesn’t seem appropriate,” Wenny added, unsure where his glance might stray recalling the earlier intoxicatingly intimate scene. Despite being her childhood friend, such tingling memories involuntarily pumped his blood, confronting the reality of a beauty before him. As his mind dwelled on that memory, the hue upon his fair skin became noticeable. Wenny hinted at the potential complications of his bloodline. “Here is inconvenient, so perhaps…” Mirexia suggested with narrowed brows and a contemplative expression. “Tonight, come to my dormitory? I live alone there, no one will notice.” “...” Wenny fell silent. Why did Mirexia propose this? “I mean, the dorm offers more convenience and security,” Mirexia clarified hurriedly, her face still bearing an expression indicating she was considering the larger picture. “I see your point,” Wenny acknowledged. “But, are you sure, Mirexia? Aren’t you busy these days? Will this not interfere?” Wenny knew Mirexia's workload meant she often took documents home. “It’s fine, it won’t take long.” “Alright, then I'll help you with your work tonight,” Wenny decided. Though he wasn’t adept at the thinking tasks Vannesa handled, assisting Mirexia seemed trivial. Frankly, Wenny thought it unnecessary, but if Mirexia insisted, he attributed it to her strong self-esteem, needing to blame residual toxins rather than acknowledging their shared understanding. In truth, with the sacred light, how could any toxins remain? Fine, he mused, accompanying Mirexia in her act. Wenny left the president’s office, finding manageable tasks to occupy himself until the student council concluded their work. “Sorry to keep you waiting?” It was evening when student council members began to leave; Wenny awaited Mirexia’s descent to the ground floor. Mirexia seemed composed, showing no trace of the previous blush. “No, I just sat down.” Wenny stood, moving towards Mirexia. At the front desk, the member overseeing noticed Mirexia clocking off punctually, her eyebrows rose in surprise at her seeking out Wenny. Really now? What was happening today? Was the president leaving on time to meet this first-year? Could it be, a date?! Impossible! President Mirexia's dedication to work was well-known at Carriman Academy, so dating seemed unlikely. Must be official matters. But, why a first-year? “Classmate, I’m taking work home tonight, please manage here,” Mirexia instructed the student on duty. "Ah, I understand, President. Please, go ahead." The second-year student on duty was momentarily taken aback when Mirexia turned to address him. Quickly regaining his composure, he nodded earnestly. "Let's go." Mirexia turned back to Wenny. "Alright." Together, they walked out of the student council hall side by side. "Are you hungry?" Mirexia asked. "Yes." "Is there a restaurant you’d like to go to?" "I’m not picky." Their conversation along the way was somewhat dull, as they exchanged only brief words. The incident earlier still cast a shadow, making their interaction a bit awkward. Not responding immediately to Wenny, Mirexia led the way ahead. Choosing a place to eat wasn’t Wenny’s forte; he typically ate at home, meals prepared by Shikondell. Dining out was rare for him, largely because finances didn’t allow for it. Tonight, Shikondell might end up dining alone, but she was likely used to it, knowing Wenny’s commitments at the student council sometimes prevented him from returning home for dinner. Well, this could also be considered student council work, right? Mirexia's choice of restaurant was naturally not an ordinary one; she seamlessly navigated to a renowned branded steakhouse with Wenny tagging along. If Wenny remembered correctly, this steakhouse brand had franchises in all human nations. To his surprise, there was even a branch at Carriman Academy. The restaurant’s decor, akin to a royal theater, had a distinctive style of its own. Pushing open the lustrously gilded glass door, the warmth inside the restaurant dispelled the chill from their bodies, and the soothing violin music calmed their spirits. "Welcome, Lady Mirexia. Is it just the two of you today?" A waiter, impeccably dressed in formal attire, greeted them with a bow. Evidently, Mirexia was a regular here; even the staff knew her well. "Yes, please find us a suitable table." "Understood. Please, follow me." The waiter, with a knowing look, led Mirexia and Wenny to a secluded table for two, adorning it with a vase containing fresh roses. Located at the end of the hall, the table ensured privacy; aside from servers bringing dishes, there was no disturbance and no one else would see them. While Wenny curiously examined nearby art pieces, wondering if they were replicas, a faint blush passed over Mirexia’s face, barely noticeable under the burgundy lighting. As a frequent diner, Mirexia knew the significance of this special seat. Though she had visited many times, she had never sat here before as the area was reserved for couples dining. Patrons of this esteemed restaurant were typically from affluent backgrounds, deserving special attention. Feigning concentration on the menu, Mirexia stole glances at the blue-haired young man seated opposite. "What's wrong?" Wenny asked, noticing Mirexia, holding the menu, hadn’t ordered yet. “Nothing, just take a look at what you’d like to eat.” "Me? It doesn’t matter, order what you like. What you like is what I like." Wenny, still pondering the painting near their seat, replied absentmindedly. Hearing this, Mirexia’s fingers twitched slightly. ‘Virtue +40.’ ‘Current Virtue: 10104.’ She glanced again at the painting that caught Wenny's attention. It depicted a couple in a tender embrace. Why is he staring at it? Did he misunderstand something? Did he think she intentionally asked the waiter to seat them here? Filled with unease, Mirexia wondered. ‘Virtue +50.’ ‘Current Virtue: 10154.’ Her mind swirled with chaotic thoughts, but Wenny was merely fixated on the steaks at other tables, mouth watering at the sight. High-end steaks from prime farms; a bite would surely be a mouthful of juicy, tender meat... Never having dined in a place this upscale, Wenny was fascinated. However, seated with his back to her and Mirexia pretending to look elsewhere, she didn’t notice his current expression. Mirexia speculated if Wenny too carried similar sentiments, unsure how to face her, hence averting his gaze in feigned indifference elsewhere. “That’s it,” Mirexia suddenly proposed, snapping out of her thoughts, “Let’s order two Holy Shield Steak meals, blueberry iced drinks, and desserts. Is that alright with you?” Though she’d appeared deep in consideration, selecting the meals had been a casual choice after delaying too long. “Yes, that’s fine.” Wenny never fussed over food; being an omnivore, he ate whatever was presented. With the menu handed to the waiter, a silence once more enveloped them. Though they shared meals before, sitting across in this charged ambiance felt vastly different. Opposite Wenny, bathed in this romantic atmosphere, her thoughts raced like untamed horses. If it were their last meal together, even in such an atmosphere she wouldn't have had these thoughts. But now... Mirexia found herself adrift, bewildered by the recent changes in her feelings, especially towards Wenny. Back home or on campus, academic and training pressures left her with little personal time, and she had grown accustomed to such a lifestyle. Yet after a series of events with Wenny, their bond intensified, echoing their childhood days of candid exchanges. Their past interaction in the president’s office where Vannesa was present seemed to have activated something within her that she hadn’t realized existed. Such behavior allowed her a release valve for bottled-up daily stresses, leaving her feeling reinvigorated. Excessive mental pressures can lead to psychological disorders when unrelieved, prompting bodies to instinctively develop unique coping mechanisms. Her body's instincts sought to expel long-buried stress, akin to festering poison in a wound finally finding an exit, its release subsequently revitalizing the tormented host. Such freedom can become addictive. Wenny had no clue what Mirexia was pondering as his eyes roamed over other patrons' tables, fixated on the allure of glistening, succulent steaks. Being a top-tier steakhouse, their offerings came from superior pastures, making him eager for a taste. Yet, with Mirexia still pretending to look elsewhere, she missed his anticipation. She wondered if Wenny shared her hesitance, unsure how to confront her, thus avoiding direct eye contact while feigning neutrality. (Book audio is now available; interested readers can check it out!) 2025/05/09/22/09 Share this book: One-click share on Sina Weibo, QQ Space, QQ Friends, Baidu Tieba, Tencent Weibo, Baidu Collection, Baidu Home, Copy URL Vote Next Chapter ← Chapter List → Next Chapter Add Bookmark New Book Recommendations: How Can the Villain Young Master Be a Saintess? System! I Don't Want to Be a Saintess! A Girl Can't Find an Evil God in Her Textbook. Ship Girls and Eastern Crossing of States. Blood Princess and Knight. 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